I first came upon it in a pizza place in Locmariaquer (surely
misspelled), an resort for BCBG French families. When I got back to
Paris I mentioned it to my California girlfriend, not expecting the
gush of praise for the vile concoction. Surprisingly I subsequently
moved to California. Important to heed signs.
Mark
At 07:07 PM 3/28/2006, you wrote:
>Pineapple on pizza is the worse crime.
>
>Actually I can stomach Eliot but haven't bothered so to do for some time. He
>doesn't get me exercised in a negative way overly much and I quite like how he
>reads.
>
>But I see him at a distance. Pineapple on pizza is way to close for comfort (a
>few doors up).
>
>Cheers,
>Jill
>
>Quoting Mark Weiss <[log in to unmask]>:
>
>>For some of us Eliot is too irrelevant to be in rebellion against
>>or conversation with, for others not. I'm not crazy about pineapple
>>pizza--hell, I think it's a crime against god and man--but I'm not
>>in dialogue with it either.
>
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